image borrowed from bing
my father's Hakuba
my father’s Hakuba
tripod holds
memories on the soles
of its feet. yesterday,
while unlocking its
legs, i noticed for the first
time the remnants
of age-old dirt, slipped
into the rubber ridges,
a tapering of concentric
circles. in my
mind, the embedded
behind-the-camera
action soon played
out just like so – a
tapering remembrance
rubbing into my
heart’s edges
.
Yi Ching Lin
Posted over on her site Yi's Bits
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